Coloration:CalicoLikes:Kitty Mow loved to be held and petted.Pet-Peeves:She didn't really have any.Favorite Toy:Just about anything she could get her paws on!Favorite Nap Spot:On top me or on my bedding/pillows.Favorite Food:Fancy Feast, Whiskas, Friskies.Skills:She was the most human-like animal I've ever owned. Anytime she sensed that I was not feeling up to par, she would become instantly affectionate and refuse to leave my side.Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story:I am originally from Trenton, New Jersey and I spent the first 15+ years of my life there. Right before my mother and I moved down south, we were babysitting a house for our neighbors who were on vacation in Florida. The last night we were to stay in the house, my mother was down the street visiting with some of the other neighbors and I was sitting in the living room watching "Halloween" when I heard a faint "meow" at the front door. I walked over, looked through the screen and saw a small kitten sitting on the step. Turns out there had been a drug bust several blocks away and when the police arrested everyone, they discovered many kittens running around and threw them all outside to fend for themselves. Kitty Mow was the only one I'd ever found, though. I gave her some milk and she fell asleep on a chair on the porch. When my mother came back, I asked her if I could keep the kitten and she vehemently opposed. After an hour of begging and pleading, she agreed to let me keep her on one condition: if we woke up the next morning and she was still out there. Naturally, she was and Mow came with us when we moved to West Virginia. She lived in three states, adjusted to five moves and successfully conquered the daunting task of habitually sharing her life with three other felines at various times.Bio:Kitty Mow was originally named after Tamra Davis, wife of Beastie Boy Mike D. Oddly enough, no one could seem to pronounce her name properly (or seem to remember it, for that matter) so everyone just started calling her "Kitty Kitty" which eventually morphed to "Kitty Mow".
I had Kitty Mow put to sleep in April of 2003. I had taken her to the vet a couple weeks prior and she checked out with a clean bill of health. Several days after her appointment, I noticed that she stopped eating and drinking and she wasn't going to the bathroom at all. I took her back and the veterinarian told me that she was basically in the middle to late stages of severe liver/kidney failure. I couldn't understand how this could’ve happened seeing as how I took most excellent care of her and she was far from overweight. The only other factor that could have contributed to her death would have been the stress I inflicted on her with the constant moving and shifting around. To this day, I feel completely at fault for being the very root of the cause of her sickness. Through my tears, I asked if there was anything I could do to save her. The vet informed me they could board her for several weeks, put a tube in her throat and administer medicine that would help her. There was no guarantee, however, that this would save her or that in the unlikelihood it did, she wouldn't get sick again. Not to mention the fact that the whole process was going to cost me about $350 and I simply couldn't afford it. Therefore, I very hesitantly agreed to put her down. We took her home and my step-father built a make-shift wooden coffin for her. My mother, in turn, buried her up on the hill behind their house. I miss her more and more everyday as putting her down was the single most difficult decision I've ever had to make. I can only hope she loved me as much as I loved her and I cannot wait to see her again at the Rainbow Bridge.The Groups I'm In:In MemoriamI've Been On Catster Since: